I idly lay on my freshly made bed. It's a beautiful, warm June night, yet I had nothing to do. Board out of mind I switched from Instagram to Netflix, to Twitter and so. This is the beginning of my first summer home from college, and I'm struggling to readjust. Most of my friends from high school are busy with work or are still away at their colleges. My friends from college are all across the country. I am bored, I am alone, I am on Twitter.
Scrolling and scrolling, my algorithm slowly leads me to spicier and spicier posts. Thirst traps lead to onlyfans profile pages. I can't help myself from being interested, and soon I'm falling down the rabbit hole. Finally feeling inspired to consume, or be consumed by something, I open my private browser, P-o-r-n-h-u-b I quickly type, slightly disgusted with myself. This is going to be my 3rd time beating it today. I go to the search bar, 'step-sister pov joi' I gently rub myself through my shorts as I browse the options. Looking for the right video with the right girl. Weirdly, this is my favorite part of the process, slowly going through the videos and profiles, refining my search until I find the perfect video. Lately, I've been into pov videos of petite blonde women, especially dominant women, or at least girls who are eager to get fucked. I hate to admit it, but those videos remind me of my little sister, who is a year younger than I and has just graduated high school. I came home for her 18th birthday over spring break, and we went to a house party to celebrate. She wore this little black cocktail dress that was so short you could almost see her asscheeks meet her thighs. I couldn't believe it, but I was honestly turned on by seeing her dress like that. I was so used to seeing her in PJs, workout clothes, and soccer uniforms, that I'd never fully realized that she could be sexy if she wanted to. It sort of sent me into a spiral that lead to where I was now, on my bed, looking for pornstars who have the same beach blonde hair and slim, athletic bodies as my sister. I got so lost in my search, I almost didn't hear the knock on my door.
"Can we come in?" I hear my mom tentatively ask from the hallway, "Your sister and I want to talk"
"Uhhh, Come in!" I try (and fail) to respond casually, my fingers flying to close my browser and open up a normal app. I jolt to sit up, hiding my boner as my mom opens the door. She leads my sister into my room and sits on my bed next to me. My sister awkwardly leans against my desk across the room. They look nervous. Apprehension fills the air and I nervously ask "What's up?"
"Well," my mom starts, putting her and on my knee "Your sister and I have noticed something since you came back," She makes eye contact with me, I anticipate what she's going to say next. I can see it in her pale blue eyes, it sounds ridiculous, but I feel her words rushing towards me like a truck. My heart pounds as I brace for the impact. My mom, a very sweet lady, has never been one to mince words. I don't know exactly what she going to say but I know it's going to be direct, and from the vibes in the room, probably uncomfortable Too.
"We noticed that you're masturbating a lot, sweetie"
Adrenaline hits my body as I wrap my head around being called out. I want to speak and defend myself, but shock renders me speechless.
"I can hear your bed squeak through the wall," my sister explains, nervously fidgeting with something in her sweatpants pocket. "I don't think it's healthy to do that so much"
"Your sisters right sweetie, it isn't healthy," my mom continues, "but that's why we want to help you. Your sister had a great idea, why don't you tell him what it is, Evelyn?"
I look back at my sister as she pulls whatever she is messing with out of her pocket. She looks at me with a kind, knowing expression, "I thought It would help if we locked you in a chastity cage," she shyly suggests, smiling and presenting a shiny metal cage in the palm of her hand. "This way you wouldn't have to handle your urges by yourself"
I feel my body start shaking as I go into a fight or flight type deal. My brain struggles to process the object in her hands. I'm offended by their need to intervene with my life. But excited by my sister's presence, by her acknowledgment of my sexual existence. Part of me wants to protest, but too much of me is curious. Weakly, I ask; "Chastity?"
"Yes sweetie," my mom answered, "This would be tea good for you,"
"Don't worry, I read a book about it." My sister anxiously assures. "It worked really well for the characters in there, and when I heard you beating it all the time, I thought it might work for you too" I stared at her in astonishment. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and her t-shirt was loose and cropped, concealing her small perky tits, but showcasing her flat stomach and thin waist. Her gray sweatpants were loose too but looked good draping off of her strong hips and athletic, thick thighs. She looked so cute leaning on my desk, I couldn't grasp the severity of what she was suggesting.
"How would it work?" I asked. Surprising everyone, including myself, with my lack of resistance.
"Well, um," Evelyn started, nervously sallowing, "What would happen is, we'd cage your, uh, you. So that way you couldn't get hard, or pleasure yourself. Under supervision, we'd let you out for cleaning, and occasionally for you to relieve yourself, sexually."
"What would stop me from just unlocking the cage?" I ask.
"I would be your keyholder" my sister responded, "Only I could unlock you"
"Since she's the expert," my mom explained, clearly proud of her daughter's idea. I felt my boner twitch in my pants. This was turning me on. I'd never considered or even thought about chastity before, but something about this enticed me. "I'd get to take it off to clean?"
